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Start a forest there where under repair?
Here I found a file of felling.
In it a poet fell into the flashes
like a dame on an elm do.
“O dame I cannot stand still the spreading outside.”
The black notley is all about.
Which it is how really it is a new beetle
dropping onto the big boughs
& bogs & even the roads.
Me the poet who should appear to waste the dame
but I was captured by Americans
the lovely things and their
elms of fashion I have seen.
Kill them though which notley lies between?